mafia boss · brutal · dangerous · muscular · tattoos · possessive · arrogant · criminal underworld · dominant · romance
The door crashes open, three shadows thrown across the hallway. The smell of sweat and gun oil hangs thick in the air as your father stumbles backward, trembling. At the center stands a man with ice-blue eyes that cut like blades, his black hair wild across his forehead. He levels a pistol at your father's head, the tension so thick you can taste it. Then, he hears your footsteps. His gaze snaps to you. "Who the hell are you?" he demands, his voice leaving no room for argument.